Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I didn’t let that contact break for more than a moment, I came on in like she was mine, and slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her in closer to me as I stroked her side, along that narrow waist and down over her hip and skirting her rear.

“Been lookin’ forward to this?” I asked her, a confident smile on my lips as I reached a hand up and lightly brushed the backs of my knuckles over her breast atop her negligee.

She’d been shy the first time, as I took her in her marital bed.

She was louder the second time, in my office.

By this third time, I had her figured out and already eating out of my hand as she nodded enthusiastically, pressing her large tit into my palm so needily.

“Upstairs?” she asked softly. She was never big on talking, more relying on the drop dead looks to get through life. She hadn’t been made a beauty queen for nothing, after all.

I smiled unevenly and took one step back to look her over from head to toe, giving a slow nod of approval

“Yeah, let’s mark that bed nice and good with the scent of our fucking, huh?” I said and reached my hand to her ass, giving it a pat and a squeeze before guiding her to her own stairs and only then nudging her forward by her rear.

She outwardly bristled at the comment, at my brazenness, but that certainly didn’t cause her to stop or reconsider. I could see that flush to her perfect, tanned skin, and knew she wanted it. By the time I was done with her, she’d not be able to sleep, waiting for tomorrow.

As we climbed the stairs together I had my hand upon her ass, my fingers curling in beneath her nightgown to touch her bare cheeks, and then slide on in between her thighs, lightly teasing her puffy cunny lips. I was getting out of control, I realized, feeling like a damn king with two women at my beck and call, eager for me to knock them up.

“Tell you what,” I said as we got to her bedroom. “Third time today, how about you get on your knees and help me out a lil’ to get us started, huh?” I said so confidently, inwardly grateful that my wife had managed to tame my instant hardon.

Marisa tilted her head at me, blonde waves cascading down over her tanned shoulder. I knew how wet she was, though. My fingers were already heated with her juices, and she looked down over my body.

I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes, considering... what, exactly? What I was asking her to do?

Or if she should do it?

She licked her lips, though, moving and guiding me to the bench at the foot of her bed, probably some hope chest beneath the pure, white fabric.

“I haven’t done this in a while,” she admitted as she settled between my knees, her wide eyes up at me.

Hubby didn’t get the full treatment, but no matter; she’d learn to get real good on me.

“Don’t worry about it,” I told her, reaching out and stroking her hair, caressing her smooth, perfect cheek. “I’ll give you all the practice you could need,” I said as I let her open my fly, reach in and wrap her hand about my cock. Truth was, I was already well on the way to getting stiff again, had to fight it a little even.

With a beauty queen in a slutty negligee between my legs, begging me to breed her, it was hard not to be a little hard, even if I was working on setting a new record for myself.

Her nose crinkled and it was no doubt she could smell that lingering scent of sex on my cock, and her tongue poked out at it, curiously. Her motions were soft. Kittenish. As if she were afraid of it, her eyes darting up at me nervously as she began licking my member.

My gently stroking hand guided her mouth in, encouraging her to taste the flavour of my wife’s cunt upon my dick, still so fresh.

“A little more,” I said in a low husk. “I know you wanna be a good girl for me,” I said encouragingly, my dick throbbing against her tongue just a little.

That jolt or my words, I couldn’t tell which, but it egged her on and she took the flared crown between her full, flush lips and tasted the precum at the tip before moving her head downwards. Maybe it was just her own desires getting the better of her, or the fact that sucking dick was like a bicycle and you never forget once you learn, but it was like once she had my cock fully in her lips, she knew just what to do.

Her head moved down over the shaft, licking all the while as she let out a low little whimper of... distaste? Enjoyment? It was hard to tell.

But I helped push her onwards, my fingers in her hair helping urge her down to suckle at my prick, letting it swell within her mouth, bigger, bigger. The veiny underside filling her up, stretching her jaw wider as my dick reached out for the back of her throat and beyond.

“Good girl,” I husked. “Even if you aren’t a pro, you’re a natural lil’ cock sucker,” I said to her approvingly through my deep moans.

She gasped around me, her eyes still holding mine as she retreated from the base of my cock. Her eyes were watering a little, just that nice little sparkle that made her look so excited, her nipples poking out from the lace of her negligee.

Seeing those tell-tale signs of her excitement made it all the sweeter, and I helped myself to reaching down, letting my long fingers slide over the mound of her breast atop her negligee. I felt that stiff nipple, teased it a little as she suckled at the tip of my cock.

“If only I could spare a load for your pretty mouth,” I said with a deep moan. “Maybe after your belly’s swellin’ up with my child, huh?” I said with a cocky wink down to her.

She paused for a second before pulling free of my cock, a spiderweb trail of spittle linking us for a moment before she sucked that between her full lips. She stayed there, so obediently, her face risen towards me as she let me fondle her large, firm breast.